They say money is the root of all evil But if that's so they should make a saint of me 'Cause whenever things look up I can depend on my bad luck And I'll be wearing worn out suits with brand new pockets They say a fool and his money are soon parted And I can safely say I'm living proof of that In one pain and out the other I lose more than I recover And I'm wearing worn out suits with brand new pockets If I make more than a dime I know I'll lose it back in time Leaving me right back where I started If my name was Rockefeller Yes I'd still lose every dollar And I'd be wearing worn out suits with brand new pockets If I make more than a dime I know I'll lose it back in time Leaving me right back where I started If my name was Rockefeller Yes I'd still lose every dollar I'd be wearing worn out suits with brand new pockets